The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-11-16
LEAVING CHICAGO.
Fielden and Schwab Taken to the Train
which was to Bear Them to Joliet.

Fielden and Schwab Taken to the Train
which was to Bear Them TO Joliet.
CHICAGO, November LIT was 1928
o'clock when the carriage which contain
ed Fielden aid Schwab was driven rapidly
across Adams street bridge and to the
baggage room entrance of the Uninn depot
on Canal street. Deputy Sheriff Spires
T T%ned was down riding and on ons fhs bS Ss
csrrisge door when Deputy Calvin
stepped down and extended a hand to
aid the prisoners to alight. They we're
followed by Deputy Sheriff Gleason and
were quickly ushered to the elevator, used
for raising and lowering baggage, which
took them to the floor below. There th4y
stood for a moment, Fielden linked with
steel letters on his left arm and leg to
Schwab's right side. Their eyes were
downcast and neither man seem
hustle and activity they had been
excluded from for so many weary months.
Both looked shabby. Fielden, who puff
ed awsy at cigar, stood in common car
pet slippers. He wore a new pair OF
trousers OF pepper and salt design, and q
shab abby, shiny black coat and vest. On his
head wss q soiled and battered white felt
hat and his linen was as soiled as the hat.
Schwab wore pair of blue flannel trou-
ed pattern. Pulled over his specialized
eyes was a black soft felt hat.
Calvin took him by the left arm, and
Gleason grasping Fleldens right, the four
men slowly shuffled across the depot to
where the train was standing ready to
start. They entered the first Car, the
deputy sheriHs assisting the manacled
prisoners to mount the high steps.
Deputy Spires stood behind and
kept back the little crowd o
dleTs Which ,bs had gTie5y cOlisoted
Ill double seat on the left side OF the cor
seated themselves facing forward, while
Deputy CALVIN took his place next the
window facing Schwsb, and Gleason seated
himself opposite Fiel6en.
The car was so far deserted except by
the prisoners, the officers, and half Q
score of newspaper men, There was 8
dead silence. Schwat leaned his head
on his hand and Fielden smoked con-
tentedly. Both men were pale, and q
you, Mr.. Schwab." The ARarchi
raised his head, and recognizing b
questioner turned away, saying: 90
don't know anything about it."
"How do you feel, Mr.. Fielden?"
The large eyes were turned to the re-
porter and Fielden's voice sounded
strangely sad as he replied: VI don't fee
any too extra"
"But you feel better than you did yes
terdayp
A shake OF the brown beard and he re-
piled with q sad smile that looked more
mouTuful than the face: 81 don't know
that do. / don't feel we'll at all"
SIS there nothing you would like Il
say?''
''No. won't say anything do mo-
care to speak"
The groups OF loungers were gathered
on.the side around the open windoc
and the tall form OF young man with red
ish mustache and beard appeared almost
in front. Fielden leaned over and saiC
something to Mr.. Gleason. Then he stood
up and shouted, "Tom. how are your
The young fellow passed hi
hands over his eyes and
pushing forward lheCar window extended
his arm and grasped Fieiien's hand I'm his
How are you, Mr.. Fielden." he said
''Tom, give my regards to all the boys and
say goodbye for me. Goodbye, ION
goodbye" Fielden went back to his seat
and the youth who, with his mother
lived for years next door to the prisoner
stepped back to hide his emotion, and
was lost in the crowd.
A Deputy lowered the blind 10 protect
the men from the gaze of the crowd, and
John Rawle and John Worthy. stone deal
ers for whom FIelden former worked
came In 10 bid their old employee last
good-by. The conversation was short and
conducted in whispers. Mr., R&Xls pr,m'